Personal Identity: A Short Story

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Well, let's see where do I begin? Ah I know, I'll start with my name. Make yourselves comfortable this will be a long story. I'm Madison Simmons. My parents died when I was 11, so I had to move into the pack house with my older brother, Nathan. For some reason the day of my parent's death everyone turned on me. I wish I knew why, but ever since they died I've been constantly rejected. Even my own brother turned on me. My only friend is Blake, he's one of the pack members. Only him, and the Alpha's are nice to me. So other than that life for me is described in one word. Nightmare. After my parents death I was called names, bullied, abused verbally and physically, you name it; But what stung the most was the fact that my brother …show more content…

Ah, but my hopes are probably too high. My mate would probably reject me, but that's very rare to be rejected so I'm hoping for the best. "Madison, get your fat ass down here and cook our breakfast ready!!" 'Another day of being abused...' I thought sadly. I brushed my dark brown hair out of my face, before picking up a little hair tie for later and began to head downstairs to face another day of misery. 'One more day till your birthday....' I chanted. 'One more day till you meet your mate.' I prayed. I reached the bottom of the stairs only to be tripped by Vanessa. Isn't she just lovely, her greeting is so wonderful, I never get tired of it. 'This pack is so stupid,' I mentally …show more content…

And even if I wanted to tell them I couldn't. Cameron may not be Alpha yet but I am still the Omega and he commanded me not to tell them, so I must obey. "Honey, why do you insist on doing that every morning?" she asked, laughing a little. She and Alpha were completely oblivious to everything going on. It was shocking how clueless they were, but Cameron was really smart. Though at times I wished they'd just walk in one day and see it would never happen, Cameron was really careful about my abuse when his parents were nearby. Plus the rooms were soundproof, not the best idea in my opinion but it worked to his advantage. "No reason, just want to be of help, now excuse me Luna I must be going; goodbye." I waved leaving her in the hall. I walked into the kitchen and cracked my knuckles, heading over to the fridge to begin cooking everyone's food. *********************************************************************************************************** "Hurry up!" Someone shouted. "Bitch we're hungry!!!" "Bring us our damn food!!!" "How slow are

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